A capital city

we had a very pleasant, scenic, short ride of 30 miles into Tallahassee this morning.  It’s hard to get much sense of a big city when you are on a bike and only here overnight.  We detoured a bit to visit a bike shop for supplies, had lunch at a nice cafe, sharing a table with a woman who is a tour leader and bus driver all over the country, waited a while to check into a rather inefficient motel, did laundry, and that’s my day in Tallahassee.  In contrast, we walked around the little town of Monticello last night and have a much better sense of the place.

I went into church this morning.  We had noticed the nice architecture on Saturday, and I figured correctly that we could get in to look around during choir rehearsal.  

We rode on one of Tallahassee’s canopy roads, a designation that protects the trees within 100 feet on either side of the center line, making for a lovely ride.  And then we had lunch at the Canopy Road cafe.  And as you can see, although Florida is the flattest state in the country, it’s not all flat.

I’m very jealous of Ken’s Southern Tier bike shirt, with its wonderful alligator.

Bike parking as we all waited to be able to get into our rooms.